THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 34 (Scott’s PoV)

Scott’s PoV:

My hand hovered over the file named Note #1.

[Mrs. A and her daughters behaved weirdly all of a sudden. After some investigation, my clues led me to this man named Darel. Darel was said to be an old friend of the family. Is he? I had my suspicion that he was the one who caused the change. I need to investigate deeper.]

The notes then detail how Darel’s movement was minimal and barely seen. Well, he was wanted by the police, so it wasn’t something surprising that he didn’t get out too much, or being sneaky.

I looked at another note. Note #2.

[After some deeper information digging, I found out that Darel had been working at a school as a new coach, replacing the old coach of their school. The school’s old coach, Marcia Brandy, reported that the reason she took a leave from her job was that she was preparing for her wedding. But based on my investigation, Ms. Marcia Brandy had broken her engagement with her soon-to-be husband, and instead she pursued a life of whoring. Why did she choose to leave her job and become a whore? Why did she lie? Is it for Darel? Is it a coincidence?]

No way, Coach Marcia became whore? But if it's Darel’s doing, I could see that he turned Coach Marcia into a whore.

I clicked the next notes, Note #3.

[Next on my list of investigation is Anna Robinson, mother of Scott Robinson. Darel had been trying to get close to one of the student parents, Anna Robinson. They have several meetups in the gym. Apparently, Darel was also a personal trainer in said gym. The weird thing about all of this was that Scott, Anna’s son, was the one who put Darel's brother Caleb into jail. Is their meeting a coincidence? The gym she goes to was closed by the authorities around two weeks ago. The police’s reason for the closure of the gym was that the gym was involved in fraud. Some of their employees were caught by the police. Really? Was it just a fraud?]

So, the police had busted Dare All Gym. Wait. The report said that some of their employees were caught by the police. Was the Japanese personal trainer who asked David out one of them? No, if she could ask David to go on a date, she probably wasn’t one of those who got caught by the police. Hopefully.

Next was the content of Note #4.

[My object of investigation was shifted from Darel to what was happening in the jail. The police had an arrest warrant for Darel, but it seemed that after two weeks, they stopped their full-**** pursuit. Understandably, you can’t just focus on one criminal when this city has a lot more. What I noticed after digging deeper into my investigation was the weird visitation pattern to the jail after the police tried to catch Darel. The number of guests visiting Darel’s brother, Caleb, increased a lot.]

Last in the series of files was Notes #5.

[I know it. There was something weird in the prison. After getting the guest book data from an insider. I noticed that the frequency of those guests visiting Caleb felt very wrong. In the first week, the system clocked that some of these guests would visit the prison every 6 hours, then every 12 hours. It was weird that the prison had let civilians visit on the night, while normally, that kind of visit was only permitted for an urgent, special matter. The second week, the visitation pattern had returned to look ‘normal’, but if someone carefully read the log, it wasn’t normal at all. The women still visit the prison daily at least once. Even weirder, some of them didn’t clock out. They are guests, not inmates! Anna Robinson, Hannah Clark, and April Macmillan. The three visited the prison the most frequently, in and out. And then Donna Kendall. She was brought by April to the prison, and spent more than a day in there without coming out. Instead of dressing modestly, when they visited the prison, they always dressed so sexily. For what? Entertaining the inmates? However you see the situation, it wasn’t normal. I thought that it was Darel who influenced them. But based on my observation, they didn’t have any more contact with him during these two weeks. Is Darel innocent? I don’t know. But my feeling was that someone in the prison was controlling them. With Darel being the perfect fall guy, their action would be quite unnoticed while Darel took all the blame.]

Reading the notes. I couldn’t help but once again think: was it Caleb doing all of this? All the clues were pointing at him. But I didn’t understand his motives. Why did he also go after Darel?

And more importantly, was this a good situation for me when the two were fighting? But I soon realized that it was wishful thinking; whether it was Darel or Caleb, they wouldn’t leave me alone. They would control my loved one.

The door to the room opened, and Josephina walked in. “How were the clues given by Astrid? Was it any use?” the middle-aged lady asked me.

“Not much, but I got some information that might be quite valuable, so I won’t be ambushed without knowing anything,” I replied.

“Good then, it means I don’t pick the wrong private investigator.” Josephina sounded relieved.

The middle-aged lady then took a glance at the monitor, and she seemed to realize something. “Did you read anything else before you looked at the files given by Astrid?”

Should I say yes? I did read her works, the mind control smut story she worked on. Would she think of me as a pervert if answer yes? The memory of my mom being angry at me and punishing me when I read her email resurfaced again in my mind. It stunned me and made me unable to answer Josephina.

“You do, do you?”

I nodded my head weakly, admitting my fault.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be angry at you, Scott. Instead, I want to ask you for some feedback: how is it? For someone who had been mind-controlled before, what do you think about the story I write?”

I felt relieved that Josephina didn’t get at me, but now, I needed to speak my mind about what I think of her work, which made me blush awkwardly.

“It feels relatable. Having been mind-controlled by a bad mind controller and **** to sexually service them or watch my loved one betray me and submit to the bad mind controller makes it feel…complicated for me to say whether it's good or not. I just hope that you will give a good ending,” I said what was on my mind to Josephina.

“Sorry that it made you feel that way. Scott, have you ever thought about being the one in control rather than a victim?”

I…I never think of it. Even in my fantasy, I put myself on the side of the hero who liberated those women from being mind-controlled by the villain. I never put myself in the shoes of the villain. I instinctively put myself on the side of the good guy.

I shook my head to answer Josephina’s question

“Want to roleplay a bit? Maybe putting yourself in the shoes of the villain will help you with your trauma.” Josephina advised.

“What kind of roleplay?” I was quite interested in her ideas. Josephina made me remember that before all this shit happened, I loved playing DnD and roleplaying with my friends.

“You have read my story, I want you to roleplay as the man who thought himself to be Rasputin from my story. And I will be Safira. The mind-controlled noble woman. You will act as if you are trying to mind-control me. You can follow what I write, or make some improvisation.”

Josephina then handed me an antique pocket watch as a prop for our roleplay. I was still unsure about this, but I didn’t want to disappoint Josephina; she had done a lot for me. And this could scratch my longing for roleplay.

I took a deep breath to prepare myself. I began to enter the role of ‘Rasputin’. I swing the pocket watch like a pendulum in front of her.

“Safira, I want you to follow the watch. Focus on the watch, follow the watch’s movement. Slowly, you will feel relaxed and relaxed.”

I looked at Josephina. She seemed to be really out of it. Was she just acting or was she really hypnotized? I felt the urge to break my character and ask her, fortunately, I could hold myself to not break the immersion.

“Safira, can you hear me?” I asked.

“Yes,” Safira/Josephina replied.

“You should call me Master from now on when you are alone with me,” I gave her an instruction.

“Yes, Master Rasputin.”

I gulped my saliva. Next was the wordy part. The suggestion.

“Now, hear my words, what I say will be your new mission in life. You will love me more than your husband and family. You will be my agent. My spy. You will tell me your husband's secret and movements. You will betray your husband for me. Your husband doesn’t matter; only pleasing me matters the most for you.”

Josephina trembled as Safira trembled in the description of her story.

“Project my cock in your mind. Even if you aren't currently seeing it. My cock is always there in your mind. My cock hypnotizes you, Safira. My cock makes you happy. My cock makes your mind pliable. The more you project my cock in your mind, the weaker your willpower to resist.”

Had Josephina ever seen my cock? Maybe she did when I was ****. She was the one who found me carried by the river’s stream and took care of me.

“Yes, Master Rasputin.”

“Tell me, Safira, what’s more important to you, my cock, or your family?”

“Your cock, Master Rasputin.”

“You are a slut for my cock. Repeat it.”

“I’m a slut for your cock.”

Her words made my cock grow hard.

“You will do anything to be able to be fucked by me, do you?”

“Yes, Master Rasputin. I will do anything for your cock.”

“When the moment comes, you will backstab your husband in the back. Betraying your husband for me makes you feel so good.”

Josephina squirmed. As for myself, I never thought that the word would make me feel some sort of satisfaction. Taking another person’s loved one and turning them into my slut felt wrong, but it also successfully stimulated me. This is just a roleplay. I reminded myself. Yes, this is just a roleplay. I can fulfill some dark fantasy without me need to be that kind of asshole in real life.

“Yes…. Master…” She was dragging her words

The next part should be when Rasputin made Safira cum with his word. But I wanted to do some improvisation instead of just letting her cum.

“Offer yourself to me now, my slut.” I commanded her.

Josephina turned around and hiked her skirt. Her panties were damp. She pulled down her panties; she shook her big ass in front of me. An offering. Her wet pussy was eager to be filled.

“Fuck me, Scott. No, fuck me, Master. Please fuck your ****.”

I knew I was the one who asked her for it, but I didn’t expect that Josephina would react this drastically in this direction. Should I fuck her? She was decades older than me, and Josephina was even older than my mom. I felt it was so wrong. I felt I was taking advantage of her. But on the other hand, after all this time that I was blueballed because of Darel, my perverted mind told me to fuck this woman who could be my mom’s senior.

To be continued.

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